So this week I have had to do something that I find stupidly difficult… my tax.

I have never been good at anything financial – that was always Clayties job. I was always very happy to be the ‘kept housewife’ and leave him in charge of all that stuff! I find it all incredibly overwhelming and it makes my anxiety come to life in a full force kind of way. I dont really know why I struggle with it so much, but I always have. I’m completely aware that my reaction to it all (tax, budgets, finance in general) is completely out of proportion… but it is usually a full freak out situation, with an abundance of tears and snot!

The last few years I have had one of the boys help me with it, and it’s been manageable, even with having to pay extra. This year I was on my own – with the accountant! I spent a whole chunk of the day trying to make sure I had all the bits and pieces ready – without having a clue which bits and pieces I actually needed!

I survived! The accountant was incredibly kind and patient, explaining and translating all kinds of things, and even praised me for having (almost) everything I needed ready at hand…. And at this stage it even looks like I might get some money back! I’m actually pretty proud of myself that I managed to get through it with minimal meltdowns…. And I know that’s kind of ridiculous because most people my age do not have a crisis over this kind of stuff!

Who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks!?… although it will be interesting to see if I can repeat it all again next year!